Ya! 6th grade.
Did anyone else have an awesome amazing incredible best 6th grade year!? Because I did. My teacher, Miss (privacy reasons), was the best. She was so nice and always understood my umm vocal disability. (I wasn't good at oral presentations). Now that I think about it, she is my favorite teacher till this day, and I've have a lot of teachers. So ya, my 6th grade was awesome. By then, I got my issues mostly dealt with and it was all and all a great year. Totally no depression and anxiety melt downs at 11pm. Nope. Totally. Ya, I can't say that about Allison. She got a lot of that going around.
Depression. LOTS! Anxiety. OF COURSE! Slight suicide thoughts. Let's try to keep this somewhat kid friendly.
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It was currently 5pm in the Spencer house, Mr. Spencer was doing paper work in the office, Mrs. Spencer was nowhere to be seen, and the servants were cleaning and cooking. God I wish I had a maid or even a chief growing up. Oh wait! That's my p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ me.
Her room was dark. The baby pink curtains closed, leaving no room for the faint light of the sun. Allison was on her bed, reading, reading one of her favorite books. "The joyous adventures of Robin Hood". I happen to own this said book, I've read it twice. Honestly, why am I not Allison's best friend.
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Hey Allison. Want to chat about Robin Hood.
What the fu-
Hey! Keep it PG. So, do you?
Sure!
Ok. So, my favorite version is the fox version from Disney. I just love the way it's made.
Oh My God! Me too. Though, the classic is good. Who even are you, mysterious voice that I'm talking to right now?
Oh wait. I just broke the dimensional wall between the narrator and the characters. Sh!t. Frick PG. Oops. Give me a minute..
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𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
It is such a shame I'm not allowed to converse with the characters like that. I would love to have a whole chat about Disney and fantasy is general. Maybe even get Allison into some animes.
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Turning the page, Allison read. The book, though she's read it a multitude of times was always a good for her to calm down. (Yes, amazing way to not have a depression attack. Like Robin Hood isn't a kinda depressing story itself. Literally being about a dude stealing from the rich to give to the poor). She laid there on her comfy bed for a while, flipping through her book, rereading when necessary. Dinner was called at exactly 5:50pm, like always.
Leaving her book flipped over on her bed, Allison opened her bedroom door and headed down the stairs.
Sitting at the dinner table across from no one, since her dad was too busy to join his daughter for dinner. The chief served tacos. (Taco Tuesday, get it. Because it's Tuesday in the story). They were delicious.
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Dinner ended a few hours ago. Allison was currently on her phone watching some random YouTube video, comfortably sat against her bed's back board.
Thump*
Allison head perked up at the sound. The thing that caught her attention, wasn't the thump. It was the 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜.
